Page 21 of Talk About… Secrets
“Oh God,” I muttered, forcing myself out of bed, shaking my hands out before gathering all my things. I barely made it to the door when someone’s voice cut in.
“Why are you escaping, little muse?” Cade seemed amused, but a little worried, too.
“Oh God, oh God,” I said, dropping the stuff and starting to pace. It was getting hard to breathe.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Cade called out, the alarm in his voice cluing the others in. Suddenly, I had all three of them bolting up and rushing toward me.
Beck tried to stop me from walking, but I was too far in my head, muttering to myself.
“What have I done? This is not going to go well. They’re all going to find out, and I’m going to be just as bad as everyone else. Then you guys are going to leave me.”
“Enough!” my alpha’s bark was enough to cut off my words, but not my panic. My eyes were wide as I stared up at him.
“Do you regret last night? Do you regret us?” His blunt words had me shaking my head.
“What? No!” I argued, incredulous at what he was implying. “That was the best night of my fucking life, Beck. But that doesn’t change the fact that now I have to pretend like I don’t even know you, when I’d much rather you steal me away to the coat closet and fuck me senseless. How is that going to make this week go well?”
A smirk played across his lips as he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms and staring me down.
“Good to know we’ve ruined you for anyone else, because there will be no one else,” he confirmed. “And we’re not going anywhere. Don’t think I missed that comment.”
“See, that’s half the problem. I don’t care if my cousins are packed up, there’s no way they’re not going to flirt with you. How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself instead of throat-punching my own family?”
Now Spencer was trying not to laugh.
I threw up my hands and kept pacing. “I’m so glad this is funny to you three.”
“In my defense, I haven’t laughed yet,” Cade corrected me, but he looked seconds away from laughing. “Our plan is already in place, little muse. There’s no reason to start doubting yourself now.”
“They’re going to smell you guys on me.”
“Look, I’ll just offer you my suit jacket once in a while, and then it’ll make sense that my scent is on you if anybody catches it. I’ll do it in public so everyone sees,” Beck said.
“Plus, didn’t we talk about handing out scent blockers at the door and making it known that all products in the cabins are scent-blocking?” Spencer added.
They were so relaxed, sitting there in just their boxers, no shirts on, watching me unravel before their eyes.
It was only then that I realized I was naked, my clothes forgotten on the floor, so I had just been pacing like a ranting fool, completely bare.
I groaned and attempted to cover myself, but Beck rushed forward and caught my arms.
“Oh no, don’t start hiding on us now. We were loving the show, sweetheart.”
“You guys are insufferable,” I argued, but it was followed by my own laughter this time.
“Let me just show you how insufferable we can be,” he said, scooping me up and tossing me back on the bed. “Clearly, we didn’t do a good enough job at stress relief last night.”
“Haven’t you been listening?” I shot back. “The job you did last night was half the problem.”
“Nope. I think we could do a little better than last night,” Beck said as he moved lower, trailing his mouth over my torso and then swiping his tongue through my already wet pussy.
I swear I just existed that way around these men. No matter what they said or did, my body reacted.
“The rest of the wedding party shows up, tomorrow,” I reminded them. “We don't have time for… OH!”
I cut off as he slid two fingers inside of me. Spencer and Cade joined then. Spencer’s mouth latched onto one nipple, Cade the other, their mouths two different levels of intensity that only helped Beck work me up.
“Come for us. Then we’ll clean up and have breakfast,” Beck rumbled before he sucked on my clit, his fingers curling forward slightly as he pumped them in and out of me.
